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But lemme tell ya, the vibe shifts quick. One min we’re laughin, next some creep rolls up—*“Come here, little girl”* energy—and I’m OUT. Ain’t nobody got time for that! Lola shoos him off, badass, but it’s a wake-up call. This gig’s risky, raw—makes ya feel alive, sure, but damn, it’s heavy. *“It’s my dream, my dream!”*—keeps echoin in my head, but whose dream is it, really? Hers? Mine? Freakin wild.

Highlights

First off, I hit up the local bakery on Széchenyi street. Best place for pastries, no joke. I’m talking about those warm, flaky kifli that just melt in your mouth. I’m standing there, drooling, when this old dude cuts in front of me. Like, really? Dude, I’m clearly in line! I was about to unleash my inner Hulk, but I just rolled my eyes. Whatever, man.

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